Mom life is the real deal, guys. I’m only a couple of months into this thing and it’s not all perfectly filtered Instagram photos and babywearing walks with Starbucks, let me tell you. Here are some honest thoughts and confessions about my initiation into motherhood…
- Let me start by saying that it’s awesome. I love being a mom and I really feel that it’s what I was made to do.
- Daily showers are a distant memory.
- Sometimes I wear real clothes. Okay… I only wear yoga pants and that’s if you’re lucky. Most days it’s pyjamas or sweats all the way.
- I think I am going to have one really jacked arm from rocking Eli to sleep. I know, I know, everything about baby sleep says to put your baby down “drowsy, but awake” but that results in a no longer drowsy, but instead wide awake and screaming baby within seconds. Soooo, for the sake of everyone’s sanity, I rock that little angel to sleep, and only on a really good day do I even attempt to put him down, because he just knows the second he his out of my arms. Breaking all the sleep rules…
- Speaking of breaking sleep rules, we co-sleep. Don’t judge. Although it definitely wasn’t the plan, we quickly realized that it was about the only way to get him to sleep for longer than 10 minutes. But, not going to lie, I kind of love it. He’s warm, cuddly, and sometimes feeds himself in the middle of the night. #openbar
- Sometimes it’s super lonely being a mom to a newborn. Your only conversations are in a creepy baby voice and when it’s -20 outside you don’t even think about leaving the house.
- Babywearing is awesome. If only I could shower with him in the wrap!
- Breastfeeding makes me sooo hungry. When hubs climbs into bed at night he usually finds a bag of trail mix and a granola bar under the covers… the hunger is real.
- What is sleep? Surviving on coffee and toothless smiles.
- Sometimes I just stare at him and can’t believe that he’s for real and that this cute little human grew inside me for nine months!
- I am so thankful that there is grace for this whole motherhood thing. Sometimes I think I am doing everything wrong and ruining him for life by letting him sleep in our bed (or any number of other things I may be messing up), but then I think, this is only a season and it is already going by so quickly. We’ll figure it all out in time. Or he’s going to be sleeping in our bed as a teenager. We’ll see.
- Being a mom is the best and even though the days are long and full of stinky diapers, they are so, so worth it.